Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-03-23
BRIEF SENTENCES FROM BEECHER.

We sleep, but the loom of life never
stops; and the pattern which was weav-
ing when the sun went down, is weav-
ing when it comes up tomorrow.
He who is false to present duty breaks
a thread in the loom, and will lind the
flaw when he may have forgotten its
cause.
Some men are like pyramids, which
are very broad where they touch the
ground, but grow narrower as they reach
the sky.
In this world it is not what we take up,
but what We give up, that makes US
rich.
A helping word to one in trouble is
often like switch on railroad track
but one inch between wreck and smooth
rolling prosperity.
A Christianity which will not help
those who are struggling from the bottom
to the top of society needs another Christ
to die for it.
Success is full of promise until men
get it and then it is last years nest, from
which the bird has flown.
We 20 to the grave of a friend saying,
"a man is dead )" but angels throng about
him saying, "A man is born."
We ought to love life; we ought to de-
sire to live here so long as God ordalns it !;
but let US not so encase ourselves in time
that we cannot break the crust and begin
to throw out shoots for the other life.
In the morning we carry the world
like Atlas at noon we stop and bend be-
meath it, and at night it crushes us flat to
the ground.
Any feeling that takes man away
from his home is traitor to the house
hold.
1t is one of the worst effects of prosper
ity to make man vortex instead Of q
fountain, co that, instead of throwing out,
he learns nly to draw in.
It is not we'll for man to pray cream
and live skim milk.
Liberty is the SOULS right to breathe,
and when it cannot take long breath
laws are girdled too tight. Without lib
erty man a syncope.
The truest self.respect is not to think
of self.
Doctrine is nothing but the skin of
truth set up and stuffed.
Men have different spheres. 1t is for
some to evolve great moral truths, as the
heavens evolve stars, to guide the sailor
on the sea and the traveller on the desert
and it is for some, like the sailor and the
traveller, simply to be guided.
The stream Of life forks, and religion is
ant to run in one channel and business in
another.
COMFORT FOR THE MOTHER HEART
1t is so little we can really do for one
another in the march of life. We are all
under marching orders and have bur-
dens to carry. There is no halt for noon
day dreams nor twilight rest. 1t is step,
step, step right forward through dust and
commonplace, without music or banners
or present glory, and yet God has given
to each soldier canteen full OF never
failing water, cup of which we may
protfer with no fear of diminished store
all the way through to the end of the
long march to the sea. Is our comrade
tired and discouraged? DO his feet fail
and his heart grow heavy? A tender
word, smile, thoughtful suggestion
born of helpful love, will revive him
like sparkling water in the desert heat.
Is the mother heart that makes the beauty
of our home, hushed and we'll nigh crush
ed to earth with accumulated cares? DO
the sweet eyes sometimes grow cloudy
with shadows and the dear tones fail, like
the notes of rifted lutte?
Oh, see to it, children, that you sur
round her with loving words, that shall
fly into her heart like white doves flock
ing home to rest! Kiss her, love her,
comfort her! So doing, you shall revive
and uplift her as showers uplift the tioW-
ers, so that her way shall brighten like a
landscape in the rain. And by and by,
when her gentle presence shall have van